Love??? 10/18/16

Jason, Jay, Justin . . . what was his name? It started with a J and was a friend of fame. Soft as wool, warm as the sun, his brown eyes Were owner of my demise. Killer kiss filled with kind knowledge of his lips He knew his kingdom built on flirtation and broken hearted women were the mere purpose to expand his empire. He never felt the loss of his most desire His confidence and mobility to speak first I held my breath as my heart began to thump; afraid it would burst. Addicted to the smile that made each day tolerable And the annoyance of his jokes that made me laugh I gave him all my love Only to ponder thereof How he left without hesitation. I blame myself for falling for his flirtation. The silliness to underestimate a fuckboy But I thought it was just a seventh grade crush.